In the main building of the mercenary station in the outer city district, inside the mercenary boss's room, a string of wind chimes by the door gave off a crisp ring. Meanwhile, Intermediate Knight Emmanuel Joe was sprawled over his desk, sleeping soundly.
In Emmanuel's dream, he was embracing his lovely wife in a villa atop Dragon Terrace Mountain.
Even the mercenary boss himself had no idea when he had acquired such a luxurious villa: a crystal chandelier stretching over three floors down the center of a spiral staircase, spider-silk velvet wallpaper, Magic Pattern Armor set along the walls as decoration, and rune flooring aglow with ghostly magical light.
If not for the life-sized portrait on the wall, he might have thought he had arrived at the Gallop Family's palace.
"Darling, it's all thanks to you that we have what we do today!" His wife looked no older than seventeen or eighteen. Simply being gazed at by those large eyes left the Intermediate Knight feeling drunk.
Feeling her coy, fervent gaze, Emmanuel said happily, "Darling, all of this was bestowed upon me by His Majesty Landen!"
Clinging tightly to Emmanuel's arm, his wife said in a sweet, delicate voice, "Of course. If not for darling helping His Majesty wipe out those Devil Race members entrenched in Dragon Tooth City, you couldn't have earned such tremendous merit."
"Uh? You said the Devil Race?" Emmanuel suddenly recalled a silver mask, and his mind immediately cleared considerably.
"Ding-ling-ling~" The sound of wind chimes drifted over from somewhere far away, waking him even further.
Fragments of memories continuously flooded the mercenary boss's mind. He confessed, "Darling, I never took part in wiping out the Devil Race. Every Devil Race member in Dragon Tooth City belongs to the Wyvern Family. Without permission from the National